Daddy was a drinkin' man, he never took to preachin'   Said he found heaven in a drink   Well momma was a Bible totin', God fearin' Christian   Would tell the devil to his fate exactly what she thinks      As far as daddy knew momma couldn't drive   So every Sunday mornin' he'd give us a ride   Well, he'd wait out in the car, drinkin' Jim Beam from a sack   But as the summer days grew hotter he found a pew in the back      Daddy never had a chance in hell   Somethin' that my momma knew so well   While everybody else gave up   Momma wore him down with love   Daddy never had a chance in hell      Well, Summer came and went but he stayed in the back row   Blamin' it on the cold North wind outside   Well I guess that explained the flannel shirt and jack   But he had no explanation when momma asked about his tie      He'd move up a little closer with every passing year   He said it was because he simply couldn't hear   I never thought that Dad would ever draw a sober breath   Much less lead us all in prayer when we laid mom to rest      Daddy never had a chance in hell   Somethin' that my momma knew so well   While everybody else gave up   Momma wore him down with love   Daddy never had a chance in hell      While everybody else gave up   Momma wore him down with love   Daddy never had a chance in hell